What do you think?”I laughed. “That might not be a good idea. If you do that, those guys will spend so much time strutting for you that we’ll ne...er get your room done.”I’d gotten some snide comments from those on the work crew who’d helped me before that the grub was so much better this time since a lady was cooking for them rather than a grumpy old man. I took this as it was intended – as a joke. I had to agree though that having Jennifer doing the cooking was a treat as she’d become quite a. All our friends kid around like that. It's never meant anything. Guys hit on girls all the time but we just laugh it off. If I'm to be honest with you, I like to be looked at; I like compliments as much as the next girl. I know that you talk like that to other women too. Does that mean you wanted to fuck them?" You went further than talk. You were fucking him! Now lets talk about that."Jamee was holding back her crying as best she could as she tried to explain what happened. "We arrived at the. This thing had already been as far inside her pussy as it could go and that did nothing. Now she was getting off with it just flat up against her. Something wasn’t right.The whole shaft was getting really messy with all of her juices, so I decided to hold both ends to be able to apply a little more pressure. Still straddled on top of her back and facing her ass, I had been holding the thing on her clit with my right hand which was under her belly and between her legs. So, with my left hand. A week passed. Pings came and went. I ignored them. I began to look at our online video chat as a weak spot in my bid to stay clean and sober. A minor relapse, was what my addiction ther****t called it. Until that fateful Thursday night. The night that changed my mundane 'normal' life forever. Thursday night was always my night to indulge in a little me time. Matt worked at his restaurant until closing. Until 11pm I could slip into the bath and escape into fantasy land, while I masturbated.